The King is in his Tower, eating bread and honey. The Breakers in the basement, making all the money.

Don't wait for the muse. As I've said, he's a hardheaded guy who's not susceptible to a lot of creative fluttering. This isn't the Ouija board or the spirit-world we're talking about here, but just another job like laying pipe or driving long-haul trucks. Your job is to make sure the muse knows where you're going to be every day from nine 'til noon. or seven 'til three. If he does know, I assure you that sooner or later he'll start showing up.

It's hard to make strangers care about the good things in your life.

The battle between good and evil is endlessly fascinating because we are participants every day.

I never met a writer who wasn't lazy.

If you were a real fascistic society and you had a vocal minority that was shouting, "Stop this, stop that, stop the other thing," what you would say is, "Let's give them all the drugs they want." In a lot of states, something very much like that happened. They lowered the drinking age to eighteen and said, "Get juiced."

What we like to think of ourselves and what we really are rarely have much in common.